It felt like a horror film: I was always alone and not alone at the same time. After a full day of treading through Florence’s art museums during the one-week field trip with...

blue stone quarry  morning  thirty-seven  on the icy gravel dike   these glacial acid lakes upstate, pure where fish die lacking green   dusty...

In my younger days, I would catch frogs in the summer – cupping one between my hands and watching its convex eyes looking back at me. I caught myself a little friend – I wonder...

The day before the first snow Almost fell,  Went bird-watching  In Bryant Park.  Instead of birds watched  A Walgreens bag,  Flopping in the wind.    Didn’t...